They walk as a fool down the path they trod.
They say, “Of that Jesus I can’t find a trace!”
As he smiles at them through a baby’s face.
They look at a rose and only see thorns
They can’t see the preciousness of a life unborn.
To them an unborn child, “It is just a blob!”
And to hide their sin, its life they’ll rob.
We’ve legalized murder through courts so depraved
Now millions of little people go to their graves.
Sin knows no limits in a cold black heart
When a mother lets abortionist rip her baby apart!
With pain they jerk and twist in the womb
While a murderer called “Doctor” brings on their doom.
Oh!, My God!, My God!, I wished they could see
The depravity of mankind and hear their babies plea!
Life or Death?, the unborn child is given no choice
They cannot speak for they yet have no voice.
One day Jesus will come back to this earth
And avenge all these little ones killed before birth.
My heart grieves for all these little ones
As I hug and squeeze my own little son!
As I look into his bright blue eyes
With his face so precious I’ve often cried.
I bow my head and thank the Lord above
For sending my precious little ones for me to love.
Oh! Dear mother what joy they could be!
If your heart could hear that silent plea of:
“I love you mommy, please birth me!”
One child is worth more than all the gold
And each one lost is a story untold!
-by Lewis Thomas